Yesterday there was such peace in me.
The day sky, a pure blue.
As the (late) morning sun distilled through sheer curtains,
I knew I wasn't going to let it go to waste.
Morning spent sitting on black granite benchtop with fine bone china mug in hand [Josh Rouse's 1972 playing],
Quizzed by my mother,
Flanked by logic and whim.
In the afternoon I met Miss Chew for a beverage at Cookie.
Feet on chair, cheeks a glowing red from sun and wine,
Heart and mind at such halcyon clemency.
And as I sat on a wooden bench watching the sun play prima donna in the evening,
I wish I'd been at the beach, lying on sand-specked terry and drowsy from sweaty bliss.
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I am working towards an alignment of truths:
Where rightness collides with function
I will be alright.
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I was greeted by a caffeine headache this morning (first deprivation of; then excess).
Next week's astrology predictions:
Something that's vital to your happiness, finances or career should have a brilliant finale on Thursday before noon. Somebody could be difficult, too busy, or unreliable on Friday night or Saturday, both of which are unsuitable for any long-range, expensive or intricate endeavours.
Foreknowledge is a curse.
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